Finally solved the worries, and early the next morning, Qi Lang took the faithful Parry, sat on the dragon monster, and set off.

In just over half a month of flying from east to west, Qi Lang saw a world of great disasters, where earthquakes, droughts, and floods were everywhere, and even the countries of Middle-earth in the north were no longer a pure land. People have lost their lives in all kinds of unforeseen disasters and struggled to survive in misery.

Although the days are getting harder and harder, there is a prophecy that is still circulating among the people, and that prophecy says that the present suffering is only temporary, because a noble king will change all this, and let the suffering go away, and peace and peace will come again. Everyone knew the name of the king—his name was Qi Lang, the warrior who smashed the intrigues of the Otto Empire, the hero who repelled the invasion of Baji, and the fearsome King of Zonghao.

That prophecy made Qi Lang feel that the burden on his shoulders was heavier, and he was not too sure about the salvation of this world realm at all, because the method of rescue was still in the fog, and he didn't know whether it was to pray to the gods or open a scientific device. All he could guarantee at the moment was to rush into the thunderstorm-ridden forbidden area without hesitation, and launch an all-out climb towards the Heavenly Extreme Peak, nothing more.

Nearly halfway through the journey, Hukin flew over and brought the news of Mr. Zhu Lai, who had hit the front station. They couldn't get close to the Holy Son Peak, because the thunderstorm was much stronger than expected, and the landing of the spiral branch on the snow field exacerbated the intensity of the thunderstorm, all they could do was to camp down forty kilometers away, make all the preparations, and just wait for the timely arrival of the lone hero.

This situation is not far from Jira's analysis beforehand. It's like the climb on the Road to Heaven. Such a task can only be handed over to Qi Lang himself. Because he can use his powerful spiritual energy to create a protective shield for himself, since that protective shield can withstand the flames of Tissot, it will also play a certain role in resisting thunderstorms, as for what to do after climbing the Holy Son Peak, just as Mr. Zhu Lai said, he must act at the opportunity.

This is like a lucky adventure, and judging from past experience, Qi Lang feels that his luck is not bad. At least he survived so many dangers, and he didn't lose a leg like Wilson did, and he didn't break an arm like Francis, which shows that this adventure still has a chance to succeed.

After flying over the flooded Valse River, he was soon approaching the town of Shachi, and Qi Lang felt it compelled to make a trip there. He was anxious to go there to meet someone, a good Samaritan whom he had owed three Syrs, a relative whom he felt unusually dear.

At the foot of Mount Billu, east of town, Qi Lang landed and entrusted the dragon monster to Parry's care. He himself decided to walk into the town, trying not to alarm anyone. The last time Lieutenant Colonel William's welcome ceremony with great fanfare gave him a profound lesson, and now that it was a special period, Qi Lang didn't want to waste time on those boring things.

The situation in the town of Shachi is quite normal, the geographical conditions here are good, and the disaster from the south has not threatened the town for the time being.

After about half an hour of walking along the secluded eastern suburbs trail, Dr. Coombe's small clinic finally came into view. It was still the same, a low stone house, three or four rooms in front and back, the roof was broken in a few places, the wooden planks of the main entrance had cracked, only the handles were brand new, and it was estimated that the patients here came and went too often, so that the sturdy handles became consumables, so that Coom had to replace one every once in a while.

It seemed that Qom had not accepted the gift of a thousand sils, or that Mr. North's service had come in too cold to be far more intimate than the little house, at least so as Qi Lang himself felt.

Qi Lang knocked lightly on the door. There was no response from it, and Qom and Yuri were probably going to treat some patient again. But no problem, Dr. Coombe's small clinic never locks its doors, a tradition he has long maintained.

Pushing open the door, Qi Lang walked in. The house was still in a mess, the ground was full of dirt, the diagnosis list was thrown one by one, and the trash can was almost full. After all these years, Yuri still hasn't made much progress.

Qi Lang looked at the time, it was just after noon, and it was not yet two o'clock, which meant that he could wait here for two or three hours to see if it was possible to wait for the busy doctor. Qi Lang sat in his chair for a while, but in the end he couldn't wait for nothing in such a messy environment, so he skillfully found the broom from behind the door and cleaned it back and forth.

Just as he had cleared the outer room and was about to advance the cleaning work to the inner ward, a weak sigh came from inside the room.

"Are you back, Coombe, I think it's time for you to come in and record my last words......

It was Lao Zhan's voice, it sounded weak, it seemed that he was really not joking. Qi Lang hurriedly put the broom aside, wiped the handle on his clothes, opened the curtain and walked in.

"Hey, Lao Zhan, are you okay?"

The obese old Zhan was lying on the hospital bed, his godless eyes half-open and half-closed. His hair was almost gone, and from his open mouth, he could tell that only the last of his charred front teeth remained.

"You're not Coombe. He opened his eyes hard, estimated that he couldn't see anything at all from two meters away, "Does this guy really think I'll make it this afternoon?"

"You can, old Zhan. Qi Lang leaned in. He now regretted that he hadn't learned more from Mr. Coombe, or he wouldn't have been so confused: "How are you feeling? Do you need me to help you with something?"

"If you can, bring me a bottle of rum. Lao Zhan grinned, "Come closer, let me see you, your accent reminds me of a person." That man is a big man, the best adult in this world......" He gasped hard, but his breathing was still not as even as good as before: "Can you believe it, that big man was taught by me in the first place, I told him how to be a great soldier." ”

Qi Lang was already very close, and squatted down on the edge of the hospital bed: "I guess the big man you said is me;

Lao Zhan's eyes were finally wide enough, but that effort also made his light brown pupils a little dilated. It seems that he really can't hold on.

"I can see clearly, you little guy, you don't have to get so close......" His expression was a little excited, but Qi Lang was very skeptical that he really saw himself clearly, because his outstretched palm was obviously grasping the air: "My God, how did you become so strong, as strong as a cow." ”

Qi Lang helped him and took the initiative to hold the fat but weak palm: "You still love to brag so much, Lao Zhan." ”

"You're wrong, I never brag. With the strength of Qi Lang's arm, Lao Zhan rubbed his body back, as if he wanted to sit up, Qi Lang hurriedly patted him on the shoulder to make sure he was stable, because his current situation was really not suitable for making such a big move. "I really see you, Kilang, look, I still recognize you, can you say I'm bragging?" Old Zhan smiled nonchalantly, his eyes glazed over, "Don't look at your current size and look like your Gondwana friend, but I still recognize you - the greatest warrior, the greatest king!"

Lao Zhan's tone was still so exaggerated, because Qi Lang knew very well that his figure was still far from Ouwu.

"Okay, old Zhan, I take back what I just said. Qi Lang stood up straight, looked at Lao Zhan head-on, and smiled, "You never brag, it's just that your evaluation of me is a little overdone, I'm just the base wave in your mouth, and it has nothing to do with greatness." ”

Lao Zhan was smiling stupidly, even in the face of the Grim Reaper who was gradually approaching, his attitude was no different from before.

"I'm glad you think so. "That's the right thing to do, it's exactly right." You are humble, and that is your Oriental virtue, and you must not lose it. Of course, your friend of Gondwana has the same virtues, but he doesn't do as well as you in carrying on traditions...... And at this point, I suddenly remembered, what about your friend Gondwana, wasn't he with you?"

"He's dead...... I probably told you that he's been dead for a long time. Qi Lang showed a gloomy look.

"Oh, I apologize for this......" When Lao Zhan said this, Qi Lang actually didn't see any trace of regret on his face, "It's really a pity, you know, those Gondwana people are really wise, they have mastered the greatest truth in this world a long time ago - I don't think you will have a chance to talk to him properly." ”

"Yes, that's a pity. Qi Lang began to feel that Lao Zhan had consumed too much, and if this continued, if Dr. Qom couldn't come back soon, his last words might really be too late to stay, "I think you should take a break, or if you want to eat something, I'll go get you ......"

Lao Zhan seemed to be in a trance, he didn't hear Qi Lang's suggestion at all, and he was still expressing his opinion to himself.

"They're amazing guys, you have to admit it—they've always thought of the superior as the ones who talk to God, kings, politicians, warriors...... Those are inferior. Lao Zhan confidently concluded, "No matter how great you are, I advise you to remember that you don't think about being a god and talking to a god......" (To be continued......